Note: Here's some background info: it is senior year, 2 weeks until graduation. All of the stuff that happened in the fourth season, didn't really happen, and Lana never went to Paris, Pete went to Wichita, but came back after a little while. Everything else has been pretty normal….or as normal as Smallville can get.
Lana had just sat down with a cup of tea and a magazine, when the phone started to ring.
Who could that be?
She looked over at Chloe who was flipping through the channels of the TV; Lana gave a shrug, then got up to answer the phone.
"Hello?"
Chloe looked up at Lana, who sat there with the phone to her ear, nodding silently, with her eyes wide open.
"We'll be right over," Lana finally said.
She put the phone down and just stared, not really focusing on anything in particular.
"Who was that, and what did they want?"
"That was Pete, he's at the hospital. He…he… said that Mr. Kent just suffered another heart attack."
"Oh my god." Chloe whispered as she exhaled a breath she didn't even know she was holding. Mr. Kent had recently suffered a series of heart attacks, and was not expected to make it if he were to have another one.
"Let's go" Chloe turned the television off, she reached for her keys, but she remembered that her car was in the shop.
"We can take mine." Lana picked up her coat and walked out the door, with Chloe right behind her.
When they arrived at the hospital, they ran through the doors, and straight to the room that Mr. Kent had occupied for the last week or so. As they got closer, they saw Mrs. Kent, outside, leaning on Pete, who was trying to comfort her. Clark was sitting in one of the chairs, outside of the room, with his elbows on his knees, and his face in his hands. He had worn the same clothing for three days, which Lana assumed, meant that he hadn't bee home in a while. Pete, looked up, and gave them a small smile. Mrs. Kent walked over and gave them each a hug.
Lana walked over to Clark and sat down next to him. He didn't move, so Lana cautiously put her had on his shoulder She felt his muscles tighten and he flinched a little, as if he had just noticed her presence When he lifted his head, and looked into her eyes, she saw that they were glistening with unshed tears.
"Hey, sorry, I didn't realize you were there…." His voice was hoarse, and barely above a whisper.
Lana just shook her head and said, "It's alright. How are you holding up?"
"I'm alright" Then he closed his eyes, like he was willing himself to keep it together for her. She didn't think that he would be able to talk about his father's condition with out breaking down, so she just gave him a hug.
"I'll be right back." Lana got up and walked over to Pete.
"How's Mr. Kent doing?
Pete looked over at Mrs. Kent, who was leaning on Chloe, then in a hushed voice he said, "It's not looking too good, Lana. The doctor said his heart was weak last time, I don't know if he can make it this time." Pete's voice cracked and was unsteady, but he still managed to keep his voice low.
Lana looked up at Pete and saw a lone tear making its way down his cheek. She turned and quickly gave Pete a hug, which Pete returned fiercely.
As they parted, a doctor walked out of Mr. Kent's room and headed toward the small group.
"Mrs. Kent?"
"Yes?" As she said this, everyone, including Clark, got up and walked toward the doctor. "How is he doing?"
The doctor looked down; this was the worst part of his job, talking with the family. He redirected his eyes to Mrs. Kent, and started to talk soft and slowly.
"Mrs. Kent, your husband's heart was too weak to survive another heart attack like this. I'm sorry to say this, but he's not going to make it." At this, Mrs. Kent let out a soft wail, and her knees started to buckle, but Clark grabbed her into a tight hug before she could fall.
"If you would like to, you can go in and say good bye, again I am terribly sorry to have to tell you this…" he trailed off, and thought it was better to leave them alone, so he walked away.
Clark just stood there, dazed, and unwilling to cry. Crying was not an option; he had to be strong for his mother, for his dad, for himself. Clark still held onto his mother, but they started to walk towards the door leading to his father's room.
Lana was stunned; she didn't know what was happening.
Mr. Kent couldn't' die, he was like a father to her. He was one of the nicest people she had known, all of the Kents were, they didn't' deserve this. How can life be so cruel? To break up such a loving family like this.
Pete was determined not to cry he had to remain strong. Mr. Kent was like his second father too. He couldn't even imagine what Clark was going through.
As Clark entered the room, he looked at his father. He had tubes and wires coming out of him, the beep of the heart monitor was soothing, it may have been annoying, but it was the one thing that meant his father was still with him. He walked his mother over to the side of the bed with the chair.
Jonathon Kent opened his eyes, and smiled, before him was his family, his loving wife, and his devoted son.
Martha looked into his eyes and smiled, her eyes were red, and tears were slowly making their way down her cheek.
"Hey" her voice was raspy, yet tender.
He smiled, and slowly brought his hand to her cheek, and wiped away her tears, then he replied, "Hay is for horses"
Martha chuckled a bit, and broke down; she couldn't stop the sobs from racking her body. She stood up and walked over to the other side of his bed. Clark stepped up to the bed, and sat down in the chair next to his father.
"Son let me get this out before you say anything." He paused to collect his thoughts and his breath, then spoke, "Your mother and I did everything to protect you that we could when you were growing up, (pause) but now you're a young man, you make your own decisions. And Clark, your secret, and who you tell, is your decision. You have grown into a young man that we are very proud of."
"Dad, I don't know what to do without you. With all my powers and abilities, I can't be there for you. My powers don't mean anything if they can't save the one person in the world that means the most to me." Clark's voice was shaky, but he still refused to let any tears fall.
"Clark you can't feel bad about this, there was nothing you could do about my heart. Sometimes in life things happen that we don't understand, but we have to move on, and keep on living, otherwise you'll never live up to your full potential. Clark, I want you to promise me something. I want you to promise me that no matter what, you will not stop helping people; you have amazing gifts that you should never feel ashamed of. Please, promise me that you will always help those weaker than yourself. Son, take care of your mother, we are both so proud of the man you have grown to be, I'm sorry that I won't be there for you; I love you, Clark."
"I promise Dad. I love you too." Clark could not help it as a tear slipped out of his eye, but he restrained the rest from falling.
Jonathon looked over at Martha, and took her hand with his other hand; he stared into her eyes, and then whispered "I love you." She firmly held his hand, and he looked back from Clark to his wife, and smiled, then closed his eyes. No one had to tell them, they knew his presence had left the room, Martha put her head on his chest and silent sobs began to rack her body. Clark still held his hand, and watched his mother; silent tears began to fall down his face, but before anyone could see, he wiped them away. The doctor came in and turned off the heart monitor, had gone from the steady, soothing, beep. beep, beep, to one long monotonous note.
Clark couldn't stand it anymore; he couldn't be there any longer. He stood up, walked towards the door, then gave one last glance at his father, then walked out the door. He quickly turned to the exit. He didn't hear his friends calling his name, he didn't hear anything, he just kept on walking until he was outside, then without even checking, sped away. He needed to get away, he didn't know where he was heading, but he just had to get away from everything. As he ran, he saw the fields of corn fly past him. He didn't care where he ended up, he just kept running.